Revved Up Soul: A MC Romance by Liz K. Lorde Page B

bed and finding the marked board. It had a single line cut across the end corner, it wasn’t a perfect system but he couldn’t figure that most people would pick up on that little tell. He jammed the crowbar into the board and propped it open, revealing the bag of Oxycottons beneath.
    Running drugs was one of the club’s revenue streams, not one of Luke’s favorites but honestly it beat smuggling guns. That was one thing he couldn’t stand.
    His mind meandered to his brother. Able couldn’t sleep at night when we were gun running, he remembered.
    Luke picked up the bag, feeling a difference in its weight already. He eye balled it just to be sure. A wave of heat moved through his body like a breeze, two hot points forming at his temples and a hand clutching at his chest. Son of a bitch, that’s not right – not even remotely close. He strode over to his dresser and stuffed the bag inside of a black pack, zipping it closed and slinging it over his shoulder; he then opened one of the drawers and put on his gloves and riding shades, making sure to grab his helmet on the way out. The Vice Prez had a bad habit with pills, and despite how annoying and inconvenient it was – Luke had let it slide for a while considering he was only skimming off of the top. But to have this much gone? That fool was dealing, and the club wasn’t getting a cut.
    When Luke returned to the lounge Robert was there, leaning against the wall impatiently; he turned his head and the lines of his face turned something nervous when he undoubtedly saw the fury in Luke’s eyes.
    Robert swallowed and tensed up, “Y-yo hang on I can explain.”
    No, no you can’t. Luke glanced over at the bar where Gabriel and Allen were sitting, discussing something and drinking a beer; they turned to look at Robert and Luke. He didn’t know where Alex was, but it didn’t matter. For once, someone was going to humble that kid – guess since nobody else has the balls I’ll be the first.
    His sails filled by the winds of wrath, Luke made a single, deadly quick motion against the man. Luke threw down his helmet at the VP’s feet and grabbed the man by his collar, shoving him up against the wall.
    Luke could feel the men burning holes into his skull, one of them calling out his name – they were just noise to him. The only thing that mattered was what was shaking in his hands. “I’m getting really fucking sick of your shit,” he snarled, slamming the vice into the wall – feeling his bones rattle as he did so.
    “Christ Luke!” Robert cried out, trying to worm his way free. “What’s wrong with you?” That sly grin was on the man’s face, that stupid smile that Luke hated so damn much.
    Allen practically roared behind Luke, “Get the hell off of him.”
    That fiery serpent at the base of Luke’s spine only grew hotter at the words, climbing up his back and spurring his hands to press against the fool of a man even harder. Allen should be ashamed of you, I should just tell them all right now what you’re doing – Able always knew what you were you piece of dog shit. He leaned in to Robert’s ear.
    Robert spoke first, “You’re such a pussy,” he hissed beneath his breath. “Come on,” he taunted, “hit me.”
    “Yeah? Daddy doesn’t know you deal our shit on the side – he doesn’t even know you get high you little prick. How is beyond me.”
    Robert let out a quiet, dry and short lived laugh, “You’re both stupid but he really takes the cake,” he admitted freely. “You know Dad, too busy with himself to be busy with us.”
    “If it were me I’d kick your teeth in,” Luke pushed the man up against the wall.
    Smiling, there was something dead in Robert’s eyes, something cold and cruel and long in waiting, “Your—“
    Luke felt the hands on his back before he was yanked backwards and off of the man, causing Robert to fall back on his feet and steady himself. Next was Allen’s arm around Luke’s neck and Gabriel’s hands around